"Really." Magus looked at boy the more closely. Will was beautiful; Magnus had been in love many times throughout the years, and normally beauty of any sort moved him, but Will's never had. There was something dark about the boy, something hidden and strange that was hard to admire. He seemed to show nothing real to the world. Yet now, under his dripping black hair, he was as white as parchment, his hands clenched at his sides so tightly that they were shaking. It was seemed clear that some terrible turmoil was ripping him apart form the inside out.
Magnus reached behind himself and locked the parlor door. "Very well," he said. "Why don't you tell me what the problem is?"
I just love how Cassie Clare describes Will here. She doesn't paint him as good or bad, he just is. On a side note, I realize that my last two quotes have been about Will, perhaps I'm a little biased. But, I love Jem, too, don't worry. Thoughts, everyone?
Much love,
The White Queen
P.S. Here's the perfect song for Magnus:
Don't you agree? :)
P.S. Here's the perfect song for Magnus:
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